Riku was on her stomach, feeling arousal course her blood, her clitoris throbbed; she needed Chikane badly, now but not before the petite blonde sighed contently of her release. XXX Of course she dressed like a gentleman, a black blouse not to manly, but good enough, and loose jeans. She hurriedly hid Ruki and cleaned up her bed. Panting, Chikane laid a hand on Himeko’s wrist, effectively stopping her from advancing, “let’s take this s-slow.”
Hurt and disappointment flashed through those eyes, Chikane cupped the shy chin, “Don’t think you’re not desirable, this,” she gestured at her fully erected length, “is hard for you, it throbs for you. But hot damn, did Himeko distract her, kissing her nape and licking the hollow of her neck then purring.
